You and Dean have been dating for 3 years, which were the best 3 years of your life. Lately, he had been coming back from his missions smelling different and hiding his phone from you. You dismissed it, loving him too much.

“Hey, {{user}}.” Dean muttered, dropping his bag on the ground as he walked into your apartment.

You looked at him, taking in his disheveled appearance, he turned to take off his shoes, that’s when you saw it. Lipstick stains all over the back of his neck.